Chapter 10 – Waiting on an angel (Kiss me)

The sun had set a few hours ago and now the night sky was covered by a thick layer of dark grey clouds, filled with water that threatened to fall over the world and drown everyone in it. A thunder made its point by shouting out to the city and making the girl in the couch tremble. She was wearing her boyfriend's shirt, the one he left there, abandoned on a couch, and was actually waiting for him. He had been missing for 4 days: she hadn't heard of him yet – no text messages, no phone calls.

As the thunder shouted, the rain started to fall down and she looked through the living room's window. It was so dark outside. She looked to the cellphone: it had been quiet all day. It was November 30, she hadn't seen him in little less than a month. She turned the volume of the TV down a little, just so she could hear the rain falling on her roof garden.

She fell asleep pretty quick, while re-watching season 1 of one of her favorite shows: Downton Abbey.

When she woke up, the sun was shining as bright as in a Spring day, it was the most beautiful day so far. The sun was shining, almost no clouds in the sky, there was a small humidity in the air from the rain that fell from the skies the night before. She grabbed her phone: 9am, one new text message.

«Back in town, meet me at the park, 10 am. Late breakfast.»

Her face just lit up and she ran to the closet. What would she wear? Well, silk burgundy, kind of see-through, shirt, with a little knot at the end so it wouldn't be that long; dark jeans, royal blue military double skirt hem wooden coat; Brown leather Troopa Boots; skull earring studs, leather bracelet and her usual necklace. She took a shower, to relax and, at the same time, wake up and refresh herself. She dried her body, put on a semi-corset bra, sexy short boxers and got dresses in her outfit. She dried her hair with a blow dryer and put some perfume on, as well as some black eyeliner. She put her keys, some money and cellphone on her coat pockets and ate a small apple before leaving.

He was waiting for her at the agreed place, sitting on a garden bench, wearing regular jeans, a flannel blue, black and grey shirt and one of the usual jackets. His hazzle eyes observed the streets, waiting for her to appear. His brown hair danced with the little wind there was on the streets. He had his earphone's on and was listening to AC/DC's "Shook me all night long". He was nervous and couldn't keep in feet still. He looked around: so many people and no sight of his girl. He looked to his boots and took a deep breath. "Calm down, you ass. She'll come." He was just scared she was done with all the waiting for weeks so they could have only a few days together. Maybe she didn't like him anymore. Maybe she was just tired. Maybe she had met someone that last month.

Once he lifted his head up and looked to the other side of the street, all those thoughts were gone. The wind made her hair dance gracefully, her smile made her glow in this way that no one can compare. There she was: his own and personal angel. The one that would always be waiting for him no matter what, or so it seemed. The one he could come to and feel like he was always home, no matter how terrible things were. If she was there, it was basically heaven.

She crossed the road and he got up. He supported her and picked her up when she ran to him and jumped to his arms. He felt her sweet and warm perfume. The silky curls of her hair and the smooth touch of her hands in his hair. It was like they were teenagers again. And that's how it always should be, a more grown up of a teenager's love.

He put her down when she tried to do so and then gave her the most intense kiss. With her eyes still closed, she hid her face in his chest, with both her hand holding his face. In a few years, he would hold his face making that same gesture, in a moment that would change their lives forever; he'd kiss her and hold her face, just like he was hugging her, holding his entire world.

"I hate you, you jackass."

He smiled:

"I missed you too, Marie."

She then looked to his face. He had a small wound on his eyebrow, that was in the early stages of the process of healing. She did not like that. It made her worried. She knew it was just a small little cut, but there are so many bad things that can happen to a hunter. If she worried that much with just a small cut, how would she feel when she found out he was at the hospital because some damn thing beat the crap out of him?

"It's nothing." He said, trying to reassure her when he saw that she was worried.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! This is nothing compared to what happens sometimes. You've seen all my scars, this is a drop in the ocean." And that's how Samuel Winchester failed to reassure the girl he had fell in love with. "It's nothing. What do you want to have for breakfast?"

She stayed in silence for a while, trying to shake the thought of him getting hurt. He grabbed her chin, with a smile.

"Silly." He called her, kissing her forehead. "Breakfast?"

"Pancakes." She finally revealed.

They had breakfast and talked about the past month, in greater detail since they talked at least 1 hour every week when Sam was on a hunting trip. And then they wen't back to her apartment.

She took her jacket and left it on her way to the bedroom. She sat on the bed and took off her boots which took a little while. He leaned on the shelves, not wearing his coat anymore, with a grin on his lips.

"Those are not the most sexy boots when it comes to taking them off are they?"

She laughed, throwing the second boot to a corner of the room.

"No, Sam, no they are not." She then looked at him, biting her lip, with her big eyes staring right back at his. "What do you want to do now?"

He smiled. Like she didn't knew already.

"I've been away for a month. What do you think?" He said that with all the possible innocence anyone can say a sentence like that.

He tried not to smile as she got up, but when he saw his smile caused by her attempt of maintaining a serious expression, she laughed just a little, and the sound of a small cute giggle spread in the air.

Marie walked up to him and Sam stood straight. She kissed him gently, like she was nervous, like someone who was just so in love and missed him so much that wanted to take things slowly. He replied to the kiss by grabbing her hips under the shirt and touching her warm and smooth skin. She felt the warm touch of his skin and felt a shiver go down her spine. She kissed him again with a little more violence, but still softly, reliving memories, putting a slow end to the words "I miss you" as if they could ever vanish forever.

She unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off, as well as the t-shirt he had underneath it, looking at their while she took her blouse off. As the fire burned slowly, he kissed her again and she unzipped his old jeans. He pulled them down and then did the same to her jeans. With one hand on her neck and the other on the headboard and their lips together, he lay her down in the bed with him on top of him, supporting his frame so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. They kissed a little more, and she passed her hands on his back, scratching slowly and unintentionally as he kissed her neck and started an unbearable fire that burned her whole body, slowly, as he bit and kissed her skin.

He sat on the bed, kind of kneeling, and pulled her to his lap. He took her bra off and she put one arm around his neck, as Samuel kissed her breasts, and took the other hand to the bump between his legs, stroking his already erect penis.

He grabbed her left nipple with his teeth and pulled it a little, just enough so it would hurt a tiny little bit, but in a way that was still more hot than painful. The pushed him so he'd fall on his back and got out of his lap for a second. Hey both took the rest of their underwear off. She got back on him and moved her hips, first slowly and then faster and faster, as he requested it, between moans and heavy breaths. He grabbed her somewhere between her ass and her lower back, her hips, trying to control the speed at what she moved her body. She scratched his chest and his shoulders. They went on for almost two hours, changing positions, speeding up, slowing down.

Same came and then just stood still for a second, biting her lip and pulling it roughly, making her bleed a little from her mouth, she licked it. He then fell on the bed, beside her, both of them breathing heavily, trying to calm down and gain control of their bodies again. When they recovered their normal states, she covered herself with the sheets that covered the bed. She passed her finger the new scar on his chest, a small, very discreet one, still fresh. She kissed it and then kissed his lips. She spent a whole month waiting on her angel: he was finally there.